Page 80 of Bad Crush
“Thanks. I am.” Rhett looks at us and points one finger from around his bottle. “Maybe not that happy, but happy enough.”
The thing about being this happy? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle for happy enough again.
* * *
Saturday morning,I wake up to strong hands squeezing my ass and pulling me against a very hard male body.
“Good morning.” Adam’s deep morning voice is straight sex. Or maybe that’s just what’s on my mind.
I mutter my greeting and wriggle closer. Sex before coffee is fine but talking is not.
Someone knocks on the door, and Adam tells them to go away as he climbs on top of me.
There’s a lot of noise in the apartment for a Saturday morning. I pry my eyes open enough to look out the sliding glass door. “It’s still dark out.”
“You can go back to sleep in ten minutes,” he says as he peppers kisses down my neck and over my collarbone.
His skin is warm under my hands as I slide them down his back.
“Yo, Scott,” Mav calls and knocks on the door. “Buddy, 9-1-1. Time to get up.”
“Fuck.” Adam groans. “Let me just make sure they haven’t set the place on fire. Don’t move.”
When he opens the door, Mav’s standing there in a Hawaiian shirt, backward hat, smiling like it’s a perfectly acceptable time to be awake. I pull up the sheet around me.
“This better be important,” Adam grumbles.
“I’m sorry for the early morning wake-up call.” Mav steps into the room carrying a tray of coffees as Adam pulls on a T-shirt and sweats. “’Morning, Reagan.”
“Hey, Mav. I’ll give you a thousand dollars for one of those coffees.”
He walks to the edge of the bed and extends it to me. “No money necessary, but I do need you to get up and pack a bag.”
I’m too tired to ask what the heck he’s talking about, but he grins and adds, “I’ll explain everything, but we have to hurry. It’ll be worth it. Promise!”
He leaves, and Adam and I exchange a confused look.
“This should be interesting,” he says.
We get dressed and head out to the living room, where Mav tells us his plan for a weekend getaway to Palm Springs to celebrate his twenty-first birthday.
“Didn’t we celebrate your birthday last night?” Dakota asks. She waves off the coffee he tries to offer her.
“Yes, and it was amazing. Thank you guys for that, but my parents already booked the house. It’s a five-hour trip, so if we hurry, we can be drunk in our own private pool by lunchtime.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound safe,” Ginny says.
“Come on,” Mav begs.
“Are your parents going to be there?” Rhett asks.
“Nah.” He shakes his head and makes a face like the idea is ludicrous. “The Maverick family doesn’t do birthday celebrations, but we do enjoy showering people in gifts instead of affection.”
“They got you a house in Palm Springs for one night?” Heath asks.
“Technically two, but we already missed the first night.”
“Maaav,” Ginny whines. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
